Misty8723
Senior Registered
This is something that has sort of stayed with me, wondering what the heck it was about. When I was young (but not a child) I had a bizzare fear of tanks. I say bizzare, because I wasn't afraid of tanks in general. I could watch them on tv, we could have gone somewhere and seen tanks, like a parade or museum, and I wouldn't have been bothered. It was at night when I was in my bed, laying awake listening for tanks that I was afraid. One night I was so convinced I heard tanks, I actually got up and looked out the window, fully expecting to see them coming down the road. What is truly ridiculous about it, we lived out in the sticks on a dirt road. The likelihood of tanks coming down that dirt road by my house was non existent. I knew that it was non existant, but that didn't stop me from laying awake night after night listening for them.
It was only a brief period when I went through that "phase," but it was just curious to me where I would have picked up a fear like that. And I haven't really forgotte about it over the years either.
It was only a brief period when I went through that "phase," but it was just curious to me where I would have picked up a fear like that. And I haven't really forgotte about it over the years either.